Tales of Sexuality: Alias, Briony

I would make love to him now and then, although so often I would lie in his arms, frustrated and aroused, wanting him to treat me dirtily, to put his mouth on my sex and make me quiver. But he was too shy. He would rub up against me, his arms wrapped around me and his erection pressing into my back, nuzzling my neck. But he was too nervous to pin me down and take me as I wanted to be taken.

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Tales of Sexuality: Alias, Greta

I have noticed this with German men; when they are making love to you they are all in, they hold nothing back. British men often seem to be half there; socks on or their boxers half way down their legs. But German men are committed, they get right down to it. It’s a really pleasurable experience, having sex with German men.

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Love Sonnet XI

I crave your mouth, your voice, your hair.
Silent and starving, I prowl through the streets.
Bread does not nourish me, dawn disrupts me, all day
I hunt for the liquid measure of your steps.I hunger for your sleek laugh,
your hands the color of a savage harvest,
hunger for the pale stones of your fingernails,

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